The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 381 This battle is one of no return, to the death.

When Lang Jiuchuan saw the man in black robes, the deep-seated hatred she felt immediately confirmed that he was one of the people who had tortured and killed the original owner of this body. That's why the overwhelming hatred filled her chest when she saw him.

Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet.

Violence enveloped Lang Jiuchuan, and Zheng Yangzi was equally shocked the moment he saw Lang Jiuchuan clearly.
Half a year ago, he clearly followed the instructions of the mistress and tortured and killed this person to steal her spirit bones, leaving only a mutilated corpse. After her soul escaped, he even captured her soul.

It is certain that the person could not have come back to life. The fact that she is standing here now can only mean that she is a wandering ghost possessing another body.

I don't know if this person is a demon or a ghost, yet they dare to take over a human body and roam freely in the mortal world. It's simply despicable!
It's no wonder that Zheng Yangzi didn't know that Lang Jiuchuan had changed. After that incident, his Dao heart was damaged, and he took the opportunity to go into seclusion to correct it. So he came here to guard the place and go into seclusion at the same time. Therefore, the Rong family did not inform him of this news, and he did not know that the Rong family's attempts to kill Lang Jiuchuan had already failed repeatedly.

Perhaps in the eyes of the mastermind, there was no need to send a master like Zheng Yangzi, who was on the verge of Foundation Establishment, to deal with Lang Jiuchuan, this wild ghost.

The fact that they are now paired up is simply a matter of fate.

Lang Jiuchuan secretly sent a telepathic message to A Piao and Jiang Che, instructing them to activate the mechanism and enter the water prison, leaving this person to be dealt with.

A Piao disagreed, saying, "This person has extremely high cultivation and should be one of the top five elders of the Rong family. As far as I know, the one who likes to wear a black Taoist robe and whose magic weapon is the Bagua bow should be Zheng Yangzi. He is about to establish his foundation. It is extremely risky for you to face him alone."

She had just exhausted her spiritual energy because of the matter of the Duke of Dingguo's mansion and had not yet recovered. If she were to face a fellow Daoist of such a high level, she would surely suffer a loss.

"This is the karma of my body, and I must settle it." Lang Jiuchuan coldly looked at the darkness that was almost integrated with Zheng Yangzi's body, and sneered, "He thinks he can succeed in Foundation Establishment with his body full of karma? Then I will break the heavens! He has a blood feud with my body. This feud must be avenged!"

As soon as the word "report" was uttered, Lang Jiuchuan lightly touched the ground with her toes and leaped out of the lake pavilion. The imperial bell at her waist was now in her hand. With a gentle shake, the powerful sound of the bell collided with the talisman that Zheng Yangzi was shooting at, and with a loud bang, the lake water around the pavilion splashed up a meter high.

"Who exactly are you?" Zheng Yangzi was shocked. He stood in mid-air and stared at the ancient bronze imperial bell in her hand. The bell, which had just unleashed its power, was now particularly bright. Profound thunder patterns and cloud seals appeared on the bell, dazzling and piercing.

At a glance, he was certain that this bell was a celestial artifact.

But how is that possible?

The Lang family couldn't possibly possess such a treasure. The original Lang Jiuchuan also lacked the ability to control a celestial artifact. She only possessed a spiritual root and a natural third eye, but without anyone to guide her, all the spiritual energy of her Dao root, which made all the Xuanmen Taoists envious, was wasted.

If that's the case, why waste time on her?

The person before him had only used one move, yet he already knew that this person possessed the power of a great cultivator.

That's right. If he were just an ordinary person, how could he have broken through the barrier array set up in this lake, and how could he have attracted him?
Zheng Yangzi's gaze shifted from dismissive to serious and wary. At the same time, a fleeting look of greed crossed his eyes as his gaze swept over the Emperor Bell in her hand.

No one knew better than Lang Jiuchuan how dilapidated his body was. Just by looking at it, he knew that it had not fully recovered. When it comes to possession, there must be a compatibility between the body and the soul. If this broken body cannot support the soul, it will only hold her back.

Without a strong physique, how can one fight?

Not to mention, she looked like she had just exhausted her spiritual energy and was in a weak state. If she were killed, firstly, he could claim credit with his family, and secondly, her magic weapon would belong to him.

Thinking of this, greed finally overcame fear, and Zheng Yangzi's killing intent surged forth.

This woman must die!
Lang Jiuchuan sneered. What a coincidence, that's what she meant too!
This battle will be fought to the death.

"Who is it? The one who will kill you!" Lang Jiuchuan's gaze swept over the small, mysterious, yet sinister Bagua bow in his hand, and the long nail he held in his other hand. Something flashed through her mind, and then her eyes narrowed. The long nail was entirely painted gold, neither gold nor wood, but at its tip was a talisman stone that emitted a ghostly light. The talisman stone was engraved with dense runes, exuding a chilling aura that made one's heart tremble.

This is a talismanic arrow; once it enters the body, it will injure the soul and burn the body.

Lang Jiuchuan became wary and channeled his spiritual power into golden energy to protect himself.

Zheng Yangzi seemed to be angered by her words and roared, "This monster should be killed!"

His movements were as swift as lightning; he used both hands simultaneously to draw his bow and release an arrow.

A glint appeared in Lang Jiuchuan's eyes, reflecting the other's movements. The bowstring was pulled to its limit, emitting a buzzing sound, and the arrow was released from the bow, stirring up the lake water vapor, flying at great speed towards Lang Jiuchuan's brow.

If an arrow pierces the mind, the spirit and soul will surely be damaged.

Almost simultaneously, Lang Jiuchuan channeled his spiritual power into the Emperor Bell in his hand, then suddenly jerked his wrist and shook it forcefully.

clang!
A deafening roar, like thunder from the heavens, crashed into the arrow.

Bang!
A flash of golden light, followed by an even louder roar that echoed throughout the Ren residence, drew the attention of everyone outside who had heard the commotion.

What happened?
At this moment, Ah Piao had already taken the opportunity to press down on the phoenix head. With a rumble and the sound of a mechanism, the stone table in the middle of the lake pavilion, which was tightly fitted to the ground, was moved aside, revealing an entrance that could be entered and exited by two people.

A gust of cold wind rushed out from the entrance, carrying a putrid and foul stench.

When Zheng Yangzi saw that the mechanism in the pavilion in the middle of the lake had been opened, his pupils dilated in shock and anger. He roared, "You wicked creature, how dare you!"

Another arrow, even faster than before, shot towards Ah Piao, carrying a chilling and sinister aura.

Lang Jiuchuan's eyes flashed, and he spun around. The Emperor Bell shook, and the sound of the bell split into two. One part struck the arrow that was piercing A Piao, while the other part condensed into a pale golden sound blade, which slammed into Zheng Yangzi outside the pavilion.

bang bang.

Before the ghost could break through the arrow with its ghostly aura, it was shattered by the sound wave of the imperial bell. The golden light was scorching, and the aftershocks hit the ghost, making him feel weak in the soul. His body swayed, and his ghostly aura dissipated.

This is the might of the Imperial Bell, like a bell before a deity's throne, carrying a majestic Daoist aura, shaking the nine heavens, something a mere ghost cannot withstand.

"Go in!" Lang Jiuchuan shouted sharply.

With lingering fear, the ghost jumped into the entrance, followed closely by the message that had been transmitted to Lang Jiuchuan's mind.

Zheng Yangzi, who was struck by that blade, was also sent flying several feet away by the immense power. His soul was in excruciating pain, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood. His face was deathly pale, and his expression was horrified.

So strong.

Lang Jiuchuan chased after him like a ghost.

not enough!
(End of this chapter)